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"I think tonight's going to be great!" John told him with his boyish enthusiasm. John was always willing to help the new guy, more so when it seems they had something to them. Then again John would be willing to give anyone a chance because you can't always tell off the bat, who has 'it' or not.
"Aye...just remember the haters of what we have isn't much different then anyone else who decides to boo us out there. Who knows if or when this story runs it course maybe we can change a few minds." He got to the locker room and pushed the door open, ushering John through.
"Yeah and everyone knows I'm used to the haters." John laughed, going inside. "I'm done letting others get to me and making me feel depressed. I love you, I'm happy so they can like it or look the other way."
"Aye Angel." Sheamus followed him into the room. Once the door was closed he pulled John into his arms, kissing him so deeply he almost dipped him back. He stood John back up and let him go, slightly blushing. He then moved to his gear to finish getting ready. John smiled, loving his lover's cute blush. It made him appear boyish and adorable.
"Wow, I've never been kissed like a damsel in distress before." John winked. "I liked it."
"ye...li-liked it?" You could almost swear his blush was spreading.
"Sure...It was sweet." John grinned at his loving boyfriend.
"I know too much for camera though...I'll be careful to tone my enthusiasm down." John walked over and reached up to circle his arms around Sheamus' neck in a warm embrace. "You'll do great, Babe. Just for the record...What do you want me to call you out there?"
"What are ya comfortable calling me in front of others? Do ye have a preference as well? I know I called ye Hun a lot today...I was worried ye would think Angel was too...cute."
"Honestly I like Angel better. I'm used to it." John chuckled. "Every time you said Hun I wanted to look for Ran. What about you? You like Shea, Sweets, Baby, Babe or something else?"
"I will try to call ye Angel then...As for what to call me on camera...any will work I guess...Shea sounds...chummy more then loving...buddies call me Shea. We don't need to use the names all the time. It may become over kill."
John nodded. "Ok...Master." His eyes studied Sheamus with love and devotion.
Sheamus' mouth fell agape slightly with a shaky breath. His eyes widened with worry. "I thought we were keeping that behind closed doors...my pet." He licked his lips to wet them, looking at John. "We had decided we have enough to handle with the public just being a celebrity gay couple. Ha-have ye changed yer mind on that?"
"I...don't know." John answered softly. "Maybe...It's what the heart wants but I don't want to hurt you or cause you any trouble."
"Angel..." His icy blues were shimmering. "Ye are so sweet, so caring...I am pleased ye feel so comfortable claiming me as yer Master...and do not think I am ashamed to claim ye as my sub...my pet...I am suggesting this for yer well-being, yer safety. We have enough problems out there with us being a couple...being in love with each other. Do we need to willing add another layer? We will have enough problem getting mothers to see ye are still a good upstanding person a good role model."
He took his hands brushing it over John's cheek. "How would we explain to them ye are still that good guy if they knew ye were my pet? Vince accepts us being openly gay...do ye thing he and the board would accept if we were also a leather couple?" John thought over Sheamus' words and felt like a fool.
"Of course you're right...I wasn't thinking. It would be foolish." John laid his head on Sheamus' chest. Sheamus wrapped his arms around John, holding him close.
"It is ok, Angel...ye just need to remember...while it is a lot us...it is not all us...it is still a character we play...a show." He lightly rubbed John's back. "Just a reminder...I don't know if ye wish to go have a showdown with Mark...when ye have my marks on yer neck." He chuckled lightly.
"Oh...How noticeable are they? I can pay a trip to makeup." John answered, enjoying their closeness. Sheamus pulled back, looking them over. "Well I see them...know they were there...no one has said anything so far...but was that them just being nice? We know how some fans can scrutinize videos...better safe then sorry."
"Ok. I'll head over there now before they get too crowded." John pulled back from Sheamus. "It won't take long, Ma...Sweets."
"OK, Angel..." Sheamus looked as if debating something. "I'll just relax and try to focus." He walked to his bag, pulling out a towel to place it on the couch in the room before sitting down.
"Ok. Be back soon, Baby." John headed off to makeup. After enduring giggles from the makeup girls about how cute of a couple he and Sheamus made, John managed to get his bite marks covered. As he headed back to his shared locker room with Sheamus, John thought of Randy. His Viper hasn't texted him once since they parted ways at the arena. Pulling out his phone, John sent a text. #Hey, Ran. What are you up to right now? Thinking of you.# Shortly after John sent the text a door opened just down the hall. A familiar hand popped out from the shadows of the room, motioning John over before closing.
John walked down the hall and opened the door the hand had motioned from. He stepped inside, looking around. "Ran?" The door closed behind John.
"Hey, BB." Randy turned the lock on the door before turning the light on. It was one of the unused conference rooms. A small smirk tugged at Randy's lips. He was already in his ring gear.
"What are you doing in here hiding out?" John asked, looking around in confusion.
"Waiting..." Randy looked like he was almost stalking John, moving closer. "I knew you had some untended marks from our hotel fun." He licked his lips eyeing, John over. "So I knew you should have made your way to makeup eventually. Since I have the closing segment I knew I had time to lay in wait for you to come around." He reached out, taking a hold of John's arm.
Sheamus got up shortly after John left and retrieved his phone from his bag. He sat down and began looking over his twitter feed; he was pleased to read slowly more and more supporters then haters. He then opened the screen to compose his own tweet; he already opened to his long tweet app he liked to use so his thoughts didn't need to be censored. #First night on #Raw since coming clean with myself. Butterflies are quite large Johncena & I could use all the support to remain strong, let us hear you all loud.#
John cowered back from Randy's predatory stance. He knew exactly that Randy was stalking him and played the timid prey to perfection. "Ran, why are you looking at me like that?" John asked, all innocent blue eyes.
Randy couldn't help but laugh slightly as John pulled his arm from his hold. He kept stalking John until John had hit the table behind him. Randy kept moving until he loomed over John. His movements caused John to lean back on the table. He placed a hand on each side of John. "Look at you like what? Like I am a starving man and you are the tasty morsel?" He leaned his head down, acting like he was almost smelling him. He placed his lips just a breaths length from John's own lips. Randy dragged his tongue slowly over them. His steel-blue eyes cold as they looked in John's rich colored ones.
"E-Exactly...that look." John's breath came in short bursts as his chest heaved slightly, looking into the Viper's predatory eyes.
"Because to me you are." Randy closed the faint space between their lips, kissing John deep and hard. His tongue brushing John's lips until he skillfully worked it into John's mouth. He then took one hand from the table and worked it between them to cup John's cock through his shorts. He didn't stop the kiss as he began to massage John's cock. Low needy growls were heard deep within Randy's chest. John tried to keep his moans quiet, remembering the infamous episode with Hunter although the door was locked now. The last thing he needed was someone to catch him and spread a rumor he was cheating on Sheamus.
"You're such a bad boy, Daddy." Randy traced that sinful tongue around the outside of John's ear.
"You know I feel almost like the 'other man', a mistress...your dirty secret that needs to kept to the shadows." The whole time he was talking he was rubbing John through his shorts, feeling how his cock responded to his touch. "It is exhilarating in its own way isn't it Baby?"
"Y-Yes..."John threw back his head, moaning softly as he felt his cock harden fully. "I wonder what others would think if they knew the Viper was ravishing John Cena the Boy Scout? Right under their noses."
"That is none of their concern, Baby...but you made me a promise...I am here to collect on it...This Viper is pumped full of venom I am just dying to release into that hot mouth of yours." He moved his hands, stepping back. The strain to his tights evident. "On your knees, Baby...and don't even tell me there is no time..."
"There's always time to milk my Daddy." John dropped to his knees. He grabbed the top of Randy's trunks and pulled them down to reveal his lover's hard, leaking cock. "You are full of venom today, Viper. Been saving it just for me?" John pumped the cock with his hand a few minutes before wrapping his lips around it, sucking the salty pre-cum from the mushroom head.
Randy bit back a moan of his own. "You know I am always ready to feel you, Baby." He smoothed his hands over John's head until he placed his hands on the back of John's head. He then started to thrust into John's mouth. "Oh yeah, Baby Boy." John placed his hands behind his back, locking his fingers together as he allowed Randy to fuck his willing mouth. He loved the feeling of Randy's hands on the back of his head and his dominant lover's quiet moans. Randy face gained a dark smile at John's actions. A part of him loved feeling John bend to his will, even if he was not John's 'Master'. He freely took over starting to pump in and out of John's mouth. "I may be your dirty secret...but you are just my dirty cock slut aren't you? You crave my cock any way I want to give it. I could have ripped those corny shorts off your ass...bent that big ass of yours over the table and fucked the shit out of you and you would have been crying for more, wouldn't you? You horny slut...you would of been moaning and begging for me to fill you full of my cock..." Randy's words were dotted with thick rumbled but oddly quiet moans.
Sheamus was reading messages on his phone, but did keep an eye on the time. He tried not to get worried when times seemed to drag longer then he was expecting. He debated going to look for John, but then kept trying to tell himself he was over reacting.
John was moaning louder now as Randy was literally ravaging his mouth and throat. He kept his eyes trained on Randy in submission as he took the entire length of his lover's tan cock without choking.
"Shhhh" Randy almost chuckled, mixed with his own moan. "Wouldn't want anyone getting nosy now would we?" His own moans were still low, subtle. He felt his climax growing closer as there was some odd taboo feeling to this. It made it that much hotter. "That's it, Baby Boy...mmm oh yeah right there...right there...oh god...here ...here Baby…oh fuck..." He drilled his cock so deep it was a surprise his didn't choke John as he came into John's mouth and down his throat. He held himself there for a few moments before pulling back. The dull roar of the fans could be heard as the dark match was taking place in the arena. "Damn, Baby..." He moved his hands. "Don't forget to clean Daddy nice and good...we can't afford spots now can we?"
John licked and sucked Randy's spent cock until he had cleaned it of every last drop. Removing his mouth finally, he looked up at his boyfriend, licking his lips. "Did you enjoy that, Daddy?"
"Always, Baby Boy." Randy took John's arm, signaling him to stand. "You're always so good to Daddy. Anything you need?" He leaned down, kissing John deeply, allowing him to taste himself on John's lips.
Putting his phone down, Sheamus got up pacing the room. "It's nothing...nothing..." He tried to calm himself when he heard the dark match going on. His nerves were growing inside. "Maybe he went to grab a pop or water...yeah that's it...nay..." His teeth bared slightly remembering and seeing like at most arenas the champs room had its own mini-fridge stocked. He even went over to check seeing the bottles of water inside. He had enough and headed out to search for John. He tried to go with his gut and look in catering first.
John looked down at his own hard on, pressing against his tan shorts. "I don't think we have time now, Daddy."
"Johnny...Baby..." Randy still spoke in hushed tones. "You are forth up...that is what a good 20 minutes at least..." He leaned in close, once again barely a breath away from John's mouth. "The question is can you be quiet enough?"
"I think so, Daddy. Please take care of me. I'm so horny and hard it hurts." John begged, thinking of nothing but his own release. Randy's eyes stayed on John's as he ran his hands down John's arms. As his hands slid lower, Randy slowly lowered down to one knee. He then moved his hands over the front of John's shorts to begin to open them. "I always take care of my Baby when he's in need..." He gave a lick of his lips. "And you know I just love tasting my Baby too."
"Thank you, Daddy. I'll be quiet." John looked down at Randy in gratitude.
Randy opened the shorts and then took a hold of them along with John's boxers, sliding them down John's legs. As he watched John's face and eyes he took two of his fingers and began sucking on them.
